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POPGAF |OT2| Oops!... We Did It Again

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Kyon

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If the OP is still being updated, Brandy's album "Two Eleven" is dropping on October 16th.


Your faves could never look so flawless in a promo picture.

Hasn't aged a day.

2 days before my bday? Perfect


EDIT: The OP isnt up to date PERIOD. I mean MEHrina is on there...
 

Koodo

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How could I be unaware of this song for so long? #icant

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Nemesis_

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Just upping your post count, as per usual. Nobody surprised though.


Sis I EDIT my posts rather than posting TWO to THREE length CHAINS.

Also QUEEN OF POPs BIRTHDAY is RELEVANT.

Whether I agree if she's queen or not

On the COMPLETE OTHER END of the SCALE......

Hold on to your hats: Global Songstress Leona Lewis’ demo version of an Emeli Sandé album track has appeared online.

Apparently ‘Mountains’ was initially written for Leona’s near-mythical third album ‘Glassheart’ but was then taken back by Sandé and plonked on ‘Our Version Of Events’.

Anyway, you can now hear what that song sounds like performed by a different person and without full production.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL7LwnJ5zCg
 

twobear

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How could I be unaware of this song for so long? #icant

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sis i can't even stay mad at you for not knowing about one of the greatest pop songs of all time when you come out with such a show of support for goddess bush's works like this

running up that hill is indeed bereft of all physical and metaphysical flaws

you need to get your ears around Hounds of Love, it is one of the best pop albums ever recorded
 

Nemesis_

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I see sai-kun updated his avatar but not the OP.

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And people getting excited about a song charting at position #110?

.......there are literally TWO ENDS of the SPECTRUM going on right now in this thread with Squints and Brandy.
 
I try, oh how I try Pop-GAF but.....

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I just can't get into Mayer Hawthorne no matter what.
Whenever listening, although he doesn't really sound like Robin Thicke, I just get the urge to give up and listen to Robin Thicke instead.
Which I do.
But then I get sad that new Robin doesn't sound like Evolution Robin.
So then I consider Mayer Hawthorne again...

Is anybody a fan?
 

Majmun

Member
Never heard of him before. But he sounds pretty good. Not my kind of music tho. Same goes with Thicke.

I stan for Justin Timberlake. Too bad he left his music career to become a mediocre actor.
 

Trigger

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I try, oh how I try Pop-GAF but.....


I just can't get into Mayer Hawthorne no matter what.
Whenever listening, although he doesn't really sound like Robin Thicke, I just get the urge to give up and listen to Robin Thicke instead.
Which I do.
But then I get sad that new Robin doesn't sound like Evolution Robin.
So then I consider Mayer Hawthorne again...

Is anybody a fan?

Robin Thicke is just the best. Forget this man and go listen him.
 

Christopher

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Receipts?

Oh. You have none.

http://bloggerchicksam.blogspot.com/2012/05/list-rihanna-of-current-and-ex.html

1. Jay –Z –Rapper /Mogul (2005-2007)

2. Kayne West -Rapper/Designer (2007)

3. Shia Belouf - Actor (2007)

4. Chris Brown – Singer (2007-2009) (below)

5. Andrew Bynum-LA Lakers Center (2009)

6. Drake –Rapper/Songwriter(2009)

7. Rasheed Lewis- Washington Wizard Forward (2009)

8. Ryan Phillipe- Actor (2010)

9. Matt Kemp –LA Dodgers Star (2009-2010) (below)

10. Melissa Forde- Bestfriend/Personal Assistant (2010-present)

11 Negus Sealy (2011) (below)

12. Ashton Kutcher – Actor (2012)

13. Darren McFadden -Footballer (2012)

14. Rick Ross- Rapper (2012) (below)

15. JR Smith – New York Knicks (2012-present)
 

Esch

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I try, oh how I try Pop-GAF but.....

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I just can't get into Mayer Hawthorne no matter what.
Whenever listening, although he doesn't really sound like Robin Thicke, I just get the urge to give up and listen to Robin Thicke instead.
Which I do.
But then I get sad that new Robin doesn't sound like Evolution Robin.
So then I consider Mayer Hawthorne again...

Is anybody a fan?

the only person in the multiverse who listens to Mayer Hawthorne is Des.
 
Robin Thicke is just the best. Forget this man and go listen him.

Yessssssssss!
The Evolution of Robin Thicke is amazing!
There's so much quality on that album, even Lil' Wayne manages to sound half decent.
Thicke has been pretty hit-and-miss since then but after Evolution I can forgive him for nearly anything.

(I say nearly anything because fuck that track he did with Rick Ross)

Never heard of him before. But he sounds pretty good. Not my kind of music tho. Same goes with Thicke.

I stan for Justin Timberlake. Too bad he left his music career to become a mediocre actor.

Well..... there is that band Freesol that Justin is managing.
I guess that's the closest we're gonna get for new projects from him for a while.
Did you hear any of their stuff? Justin got Timbaland to work on it too:

FreeSol - Fascinated f/ Justin + Timbaland

FreeSol - Role Model f/ Justin
 

Trigger

Member
Wasn't POP-GAF going to try to stream the Ware CD in the DJ room?

Yessssssssss!
The Evolution of Robin Thicke is amazing!
There's so much quality on that album, even Lil' Wayne manages to sound half decent.
Thicke has been pretty hit-and-miss since then but after Evolution I can forgive him for nearly anything.

(I say nearly anything because fuck that track he did with Rick Ross)

Preach and bless.
 

royalan

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Taking it track by track...but damn I love that intro.

On "No To Love" right now...so far so great.


EDIT: "No To Love" is a competitor for the top spot. Something about the repetition....
 

Cosmic Bus

pristine morning snow
It's Madonna's birthday!

Came across this blog post today and it fucking devastated me.

http://www.joemygod.blogspot.com/2012/08/ricky-loved-madonna.html
As longtime readers know, there are a handful of short stories from my archives that I repost annually. Today is Madonna's 54th birthday and this story makes its seventh JMG appearance in memory of a departed friend.
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Ricky Loved Madonna

Today is August 16th. It's Madonna's 48th birthday. That's not something of which I'd ordinarily make note.........

Twenty years ago today, August 16th 1986, I was a few months into a new job with AMC Theatres, a job that I would hold for seven years after having spent a few years after college drifting around bartending, waitering, and DJ-ing. After burning through three terrible DJ gigs in about a year, I took the management position with AMC almost in desperation, happy to finally have a regular paycheck. I bought my first brand new car. I had several dozen underlings. I had a business card. I felt like a grown-up, almost.

Twenty years ago today, it was a Saturday. As the assistant manager, I had to be at the theatre at 10am, even though I had closed the midnight shows the night before, not getting home until almost 4am. I stumbled through the still-unfamiliar opening procedures. My mind was on Ricky. I took the cash drawers out to the concession stand and the box office and turned on the air conditioners and lights in all the auditoriums. The first movie, a Disney cartoon, started at 11:30am and we had hundreds of people in front of the box office before I even rolled up the mall gates.

Twenty years ago today, the night before was a Friday. It was the opening night of the remake of The Fly, starring Jeff Goldblum. My six-plex was jamming. The Fly sold out at every show, driving the overflow audiences into Top Gun and Aliens, which were still doing decent business on their own. All six auditoriums sold out by 8pm and I rushed to get that show's money counted before the first of the auditoriums began to let out and we had to start the process all over again. I pushed into the counting room inside the manager's office and dumped several thousand in $20's onto the countertop. The intercom buzzed.

"Mr. J., there's a man here to see you."

In the lobby was my friend Todd. "Joe, I'm on my way to see Ricky. Can you come? He's worse."

I looked out into the mall where hundreds of teenagers milled around in front of closed storefronts. The Interstate Mall was on its last legs. All that was left was the theatre, a pinball arcade, an adult novelty shop, and the driver's license bureau, which was closed at that hour. The teenagers roamed the broad unswept avenue of the mall in swirling, shrieking packs, anxious for the late show to begin.

I shook my head. "Todd, I'm the only one here. I have the late show and then the midnights. The last movie doesn't let out until almost 3am. I have to lock up." Todd nodded and made a movement like he was going to hug me, then realized that a dozen of my employees were watching. Awkwardly, he stuck out his hand, as if that's what he'd intended all along. I shook it and he left. I had never shaken Todd's hand before.

Twenty years ago today, one week earlier, Ricky went into the hospital. He'd had a seizure on the bathroom floor of his sister's condo. Todd and I went to the hospital the next day and found him lying unconscious in his bed, unattended, in a pool of feces. Todd staggered into the hallway and tried to control his retching while I looked for a nurse. At the nurses' station, the stout Jamaican woman behind the counter nodded curtly but didn't get out of her chair when I asked that Ricky receive some attention. I went back to find Todd sitting out in the lounge, smoking.

"Joe, I can't be here. I'm freaking out. Do you know we walked right in there without a mask on?"

"I think the mask is more for him than us....so if..."

"I have to go."

We stopped at the Burger King a few blocks away and washed our hands. Even though we hadn't touched Ricky or anything but the door of his hospital room, we scrubbed the front and backs of our hands like we'd seen surgeons do on television.

Twenty years ago today, two weeks earlier, Todd and I had dropped in at Ricky's sister's condo. Ricky had been forced to move in with her. He'd lost his job at the giant hotel near Disney where he'd been training to be a pastry chef. For a long time he'd managed to keep his illness a secret, wearing long shirts even in the hot kitchen so that nobody saw the lesions that were growing inexorably from his wrists to his elbows. A lesion appeared on the back of his hand and that one he covered with make-up, but when a lesion appeared right on the tip of his nose, the head chef and head of human resources had called him in on his day off to fire him. Surely he understood, they told him, that they couldn't have him handling food.

When Ricky's sister opened the door of her condo, she made a face. "He's not feeling well." She'd already made it clear to Todd on his previous visit that she did not like her brother's "friends". Todd said quickly, "Oh, well, we just wanted to drop off a present for him." I had Madonna's latest release, True Blue, on CD in a sparkly bag. We knew that he'd gotten the vinyl album earlier in the summer, but since he was such a big fan we knew he'd like to have the CD version too.

His sister led us into the bedroom where we found Ricky watching television. He was cranky and inattentive to us, but momentarily brightened when we gave him the CD. He examined the cover. "It's the same as the album, just smaller." He didn't have a player, hardly anyone did yet, so he laid the longbox reverently on his nightstand, propping it against the lamp. His sister hovered in the doorway smoking, anxious for our departure, and we soon obliged her.

Twenty years ago today, three months earlier, I met Ricky for the first time at a party thrown by Todd. I'd heard from Todd that Ricky was "sick", but he seemed fine to me. We stood outside on the patio and watched guys jumping into the pool.

Ricky said, "So what do you do, Joe?"

I said, "Well, I just started working for AMC Theatres."

Ricky screamed a little bit. "Which ONE?"

I stepped back. "Interstate Six, why?"

"Because I am in there ALL the time. I saw At Close Range about five times just to hear Madonna's song in it!"

"She wasn't in the movie, was she?"

"No, but I'm just a freak for her." He paused, then added dramatically, "We have the same birthday!"

"Oh....really." I began to look around for Todd.

Ricky began to get very animated and his words tumbled out. "Yes! Same day, same year. I was born exactly at midnight and my mother always said I could have August 15th or August 16th for my birthday. It was my choice and for the longest time I had it on August 15th cuz that's Julia Child's birthday and she's a chef and I'm a chef and she was like, my idol when I was little. Such a fag, right? Anyway, when Madonna came out and I found out her birthday, I was all...that's IT. I'm August 16th from now on!"

Ricky continued professing his undying love for Madonna until I was finally able to make a graceful escape. Later, Todd told me that Ricky had dressed as Madonna for the previous Halloween and belonged to her mail-order fan club and we laughed a little bit at his adorably nutty fandom.

Twenty years ago today, August 16th 1986, was a Saturday. The theatre had brisk business for the morning show, selling out the Disney movie. After all the houses were rolling, I pulled the money from the box office and sat alone in the office to count it. I turned on the radio so I could hear Casey Kasem counting down the Top 40.

Todd called. "Well, the hospital just told me Ricky died around midnight last night."

"Oh, no. Did you get in to see him...before.....?"

"No, his sister and mother were there, so I just left without going in."

"Right." That's how it usually went back then.

Todd hung up and I sat there finishing up my money counting. I didn't know how to feel. I really couldn't call Ricky a friend. I had to count and recount the money several times. I kept losing my place. Then I heard Casey Kasem say, "Hitting number one today is Madonna's Papa Don't Preach."

I called Todd back. "So, did they give you a time of death for Ricky?"

"Yeah, midnight."

"Right, but is that today or yesterday?"

"What?"

"Well, today is his birthday and it's Madonna's birthday and I just heard that she's number one today...and.....it would be, you know, sorta nice if it was today."

"What the fuck is nice about dying on your BIRTHDAY?"

We never talked about it again. I never did find out what day was listed for Ricky's death. As the years went on and Madonna's fame increased, the press began to note her birthday. And ever since that started, I think of Ricky on August 16th. I never knew Ricky's last name. He wasn't a close friend. But he has stuck with me over these two decades.

I know that writing these stories about dead people is rather maudlin. Melodramatic. In a way, a story about a stranger's death is always going to feel melodramatic, I suppose. I've written stories like this a half dozen times over the two years of this blog's existence, and I've got many more, more sad stories still untold. I think I get feeling scared that if I don't get the story out there, I'll forget it. Forget how it happened. Forget the person.

Twenty years ago today, Ricky, aged 28, died on his birthday. I will always hope that it was his August 16th birthday. Ricky loved Madonna.
 
NEW PAGE, NEW NEWS

"Leona's new single Trouble [co-penned by Emeli Sande, prod. FT Smith & Naughty Boy] out October 7 - features US rapper Childish Gambino."

UNEXPECTED!

The track is premiering next week
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New photoshoot! Stunning.

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